Marathi neighbour

They had their long straight hair back in pony tails. They had identical dimensions but were in every respect opposites: One was brown haired, posh-spice looking, full body tan, surely waxed-smooth pussy, probably rode horses in fox hunts and daddy was a stockbroker with a porsche; hell, her name probably was Porsche. The other had jet black hair, a dark olive skin, jet black eyes, fine petite face but big maroon lips and wide smile and very white teeth, probably came from India. Probably an Indian princess ... or belly dancer. Fantasies started to form unbidden. I felt a jostling behind me. It seems I had stopped, transfixed, right in the entrance and I was blocking the steady stream of freshers coming in behind me. My dorm mate Mike, who I’d come with, came back to grab me and drag me further into the hall and out the way. He was smiling at me kindly. “See anything you like?” he asked in an innocent tone but with his eyes twinkling. “Come on, lets go straight over and see what they’re selling?” he said to cover my vacant silence. It was kinda awkward to make a bee line for the girls while trying to play it cool. Theirs was a busy table - clearly I wasn’t the only hormonal teen in the hall! The girls had name badges on and were called Sharon (posh spice) and Sarah (Indian princess). They talked with strong London accents. Shows how way off first impressions can be. I was kinda worried it’d turn out to be aerobics or something like that, but luckily it turned out to be the Orienteering Club. Ok, that’ll do me nicely. Mike and I signed up. As soon as we’d signed up the girls went to greet, grab and extract indian signatures from other recruits and we felt as hoodwinked as everyone else who’d already signed up so we moved on to look at the other stalls. I ended up signing up for kick boxing too. Of course I was tempted by the dungeons and dragons club and even the chess club but I was forcing myself to be social and be a new me and get away from being the nerd I’d suffered as all through high school and college. We’d pretty much toured the whole hall now and were making for the exit when a quiet little girl came up to us and said hi. The smile dissolved from her face and she looked uncertain when met with my blank uncomprehending stare back. Damn I have to learn to always greet everyone politely while I’m trying to work out if I know them. I never am good with faces. Or conversation. Or being social really. Luckily Mike pushed past me and said hi back. The girl turned to face only him and asked how we doing and what clubs we’d joined. Mike spoke for both of us; he was even apologising for me. The girl was kinda familiar actually. My brain clicked into gear and I tried to join in but the conversation was already fading and the girl moving on. I wanted to bear one of the men in my family a child. "What kind of person would ever want to have sex with me now" she thought as she looked at her reflection. After going through the long list, I finally came across his name. At indian my speed, Prince Meinard couldn't even react to parry. She playfully pushed me away. "That was the last one daddy." Quickly reaching behind her and unclasping her bra and tossing it away as well. Pulling her silk panties down she orderes, “Lick my pussy, whore.” So, she just stayed silent and waited for Royce to answer. And why was Terry, our babysitter, in bed between us?